Yesterday was great, because yesterday I got sleep. Today is not going so well, partly because we didn't have much time to tidy last night before I collapsed, so when I got up it still looked like a toy factory had exploded. Normally the floor is kind of clear.
Today my goals are to feed the kids and keep them from killing themselves or each other. This seems laudable to me. Also, Calah at Barefoot and Pregnant expresses what I feel about schedules and cleaning, but better.
The boys are suspiciously quiet upstairs and I know Nat has burnt himself on the lamp recently. Going.